hush little baby dont say a word

[khitisleeps]

in a dream of hiding behind an art i have not masterd, behind a light that i cant see. under a hundred poounds of pressure that your preying will make you disappear. in the corner of your room, in the corner of your mind you can read the scratch marks on your wall you are all to fimiliar with. some echo you wish to supress some name you wish to forget is your own, so to ignor the owner of those words spoken in such a way to make the hair rise. like the rythm of breathing while your sleeping with your eyes open.

it's just been one of those nights